Lyrics I'm Killin Em Ft Red Cafe - Meek Mill
Dirty
money
new
work
Smell
it
on
my
new
shirt
Lying
make
these
niggas
feel
good
but
truth
hurt
A
lot
of
niggas
do
dirt,
get
it
in
return
But
enough
of
dirt
doing
have
you
sitting
with
the
worms
Bloods
dripping
tissue
burn
Bullets
rip
your
soul
up
Hollow
tips
fuckin
up
your
head
like
a
bowl
cut
When
my
niggas
roll
up
they
be
like
hold
up
But
I
be
like
fuck
that
cause
I
do
enough
rap
Rather
make
them
pussies
bow
down
like
a
touchback
I
ain't
with
the
talking
tell
'em
spark
'em
like
a
blunt
wrap
Twist
them
like
a
Backwood,
black
laid
black
hood
Dicked
down
ski'd
up
Hoes
down
G's
up
I
couldn't
get
no
Gucci,
but
I
could
get
an
Oozie
Spray
up
your
hood
and
hit
your
neighbors
just
for
being
nosy
Truthfully,
I
don't
be
up
on
that
gun
shit
I
be
on
some
Puerto
Rico
chilling
with
a
young
bitch
You
niggas
on
that
dumb
shit,
bum
shit
My
niggas
got
them
birds
and
come
and
get
a
drumstick
I
am
cooked
crack
to
the
[?]
All
this
rapping
got
me
shining
like
aluminum
foil
These
niggas
ain't
loyal
Money,
envy,
and
greed
will
destroy
you
All
over
a
dollar
sign
Meek
Milly
I
am
Columbine
And
I'm
hotter
than
you
niggas
like
a
thousand
times
I'm
killing
'em,
call
a
coroner
Look
at
my
pockets
bitch,
check
out
the
Audemar
Perfect
timing,
I'm
shining
Like
a
diamond,
but
nevermind
it
I'm
killing
'em,
I'm
killing
'em
I'm
killing
'em,
call
a
coroner
These
niggas
saying
[?]
see
me
scream
uh-oh
I'm
bout
with
uh-oh
what
the
fuck
is
up
cuzo
My
dogs
off
the
muzzle
My
president
is
black
The
Lac,
mac,
and
everything
is
black
I'm
back
for
the
stacks
ho
nigga
call
a
coroner
On
the
e
way
I
got
the
body
in
the
[?]
My
niggas
is
riders,
we
the
frequent
flyers
Why
you
think
the
cars
ain't
got
no
mahfucking
mileage
Shake
down
violent,
serve
it
to
them
raw
Like
I
took
off
the
Trojan
middle
finger
to
the
law
Ya
I'm
killing
them
set
it
off
stealing
them
Run
up
on
them
strapped
with
the
goons
Meek
Mill
and
them
If
it
pop
off
in
the
club
my
niggas
started
it
Crime
rate
go
up
my
stacks
be
a
part
of
it
I'm
a
rock
star
you
can
call
me
Sonny
Bono
I'm
a
cowboy
you
can
call
me
Tony
Romo
Green
light,
red
light
Shining
like
a
headlight
Shwaty
got
her
head
right
I
be
there
every
night
But
fuck
that,
I
be
stuck
in
the
trap
like
I'm
a
dead
mice
Watching
for
them
fed
lights,
trying
to
get
my
bread
right
I'm
like
Stromann
if
you
know
me
Grey
and
black
spur
on
dubs
call
it
Ginobili
You
niggas
like
40,
can't
stick
me
to
hold
me
I'll
kill
you
if
you
think
about
telling
like
boated
Cause
all
that
snitching
shit
we
don't
play
that
That
K
will
spin
a
nigga
wheel
Pat
Sajak
Abandoned
houses,
where
the
tape
at
Put
stick
all
in
his
a
tell
him
take
that
I
need
a
Maybach
better
yet
a
Phantom
If
you
killing
these
niggas
out
there
this
the
anthem
I
ain't
a
pretty
nigga,
I
ain't
handsome
I'm
just
grimy,
with
a
mac
90
I'm
from
north
side
but
south
side
where
you
find
me
In
the
trenches
where
ninety
percent
of
niggas
grimy
And
they
dirty,
clips
whole
thirty
On
the
block
with
that
Yao
Ming,
you
heard
me
My
north
niggas
they'll
kill
you
for
a
point
They
kidnap
your
mom
and
rape
you
sister
for
a
joint
Shot
your
daddy
in
the
head
All
over
that
money
they'll
carry
you
to
bed,
yea
I'm
killing
'em,
call
a
coroner
Look
at
my
pockets
bitch,
check
out
the
Audemar
Perfect
timing,
I'm
shining
Like
a
diamond,
but
nevermind
it
I'm
killing
'em,
I'm
killing
'em,
I'm
killing
'em,
call
a
coroner
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